Page 14 of The Vigilant

Do you?

She drew out her response on purpose, I could just feel it.

Yes.

I reached down to adjust my cock, my jeans pinching where my row of piercings pressed along the zipper.

Why I’d decided to pick a Jacob’s ladder when Ryan dared us to all get our dicks pierced, I’ll never know. Another moment of insanity. Just like this one.

As I shifted in my seat, I felt the soreness in my abdomen from where she’d booted me in the gut. Sutton was small—her slight frame obvious at every turn—but goddamn, if that didn’t make her even more dangerous. Small but deadly.Just like a little wasp.

“Damn,” I groaned and let out a strained laugh. What the hell kind of woman could hurt me with both desire and pain?

Jon’s daughter, that’s who. His. Fucking. Daughter.

Good.

I sent the message and then closed my phone. Sutton was fine. She was fed. She was safe. My obligations for the moment were met.

And then it buzzed it again.

Dammit.

Is this for dinner, too, or should I expect another delivery later?

Another message came through right after.

To be clear, I don’t need more food.

I gritted my teeth and fired off another message.

I’ll be over later to cook you dinner.

My hope was to get more answers out of her then.

When?

My brow creased, my gut suddenly feeling like something was off.

Later.

I purposely baited her.

Let me know when you’re coming.

My gut made another inappropriate twist.Was she doing it on purpose?

Why?

Because there’s a hot tub on the roof of this place, and I don’t have a bathing suit.

Fuck.

I thought I’d been baiting her, and suddenly, I was the one caught hook, line, and hard-on.

My dick turned from hard to stone. In an instant, the hours and effort and hell,painI’d spent since last night to try and bury the desire I felt for her were assaulted with the effortless, destructive force of a hurricane. Every detail drowned me. Every sensation blew my sanity away.

Her full, delicious lips. The sounds they’d made when she ate my food. How little that damn robe left to the imagination. An imagination that now pictured her in the hot tub. Her hair pulled up. All that silken skin exposed, her body a stenciled gallery of her secrets—her past, her pain.

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